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Victory

Hollow

The Dark Star Saber spun through the air, knocked from his grasp by a lucky blow. Instead of turning his back to retrieve it, Megatron caught Optimus’ right arm and turned to fling him away with considerable force. Their battle had been going on for more than a few minutes now, and both combatants had scored good hits, though not enough to fell either one. Many Autobots and Decepticons had all but ceased fighting to watch the two leaders locked in one of their legendary duels, but now Megatron had been disarmed, and the Prime stood between him and his sword. A soldier nearly tripped forward, in an attempt to go for the weapon from behind.

::NO!:: The warlord snarled through his command channel. ::The first one to interfere will be executed!:: He did not need assistance to dispatch an impostor. The Prime’s alternate pointed his ancient sword away. “I will ask you a final time to surren-” He was forced to block a barrage of cannon-fire as the roaring gladiator relentlessly advanced, and was thus unprepared for the kick that knocked his feet out from under him.

Optimus choked in pain as he fell onto Megatron’s waiting blade, severing fuel lines and hydraulics in his waist. The warlord twisted it under the Autobot’s weight and fired several shots directly into his midsection. Even with his opponent’s much thicker armor, the blasts melted into his internals before Prime managed to push him away. Megatron threw the slag that had melted into his servo on the ground as he stood.

The red titan backed off, bent with an arm covering his wound, sword half-raised in an attempt to guard. It would not take much now, he could barely stand. Balance was his undoing, after all. The fighting around them started up again as the Decepticon warlord yanked the Star Saber from his hands and threw it on the ground. The alternate Prime’s vents wheezed as he struggled to look him in the eye. “..M-egatron…”

Steel sliced through the cables and struts of his neck as the gladiator thrust his blade upward without ceremony. It was not enough to behead the larger mech, but the light faded from his optics before Megatron let the heavy frame hit the ground. Out of habit, the warrior raised his energon-stained arm over his helm and looked out at the crowd. If there were cheers, he didn’t hear them. There was no cry of triumph, no crazed grin on his face nor rush of victory coursing through his lines. Only the same cold glare. A silent ping was sent to Soundwave to record a message.

“Autobots!” The air went still as his voice rang through it. “The mech that lies before you is not your beloved Prime! It is an impostor! Sent here to die in your leader’s stead! Optimus Prime has abandoned you, to live in comfort on some other world!” He picked the holy sword up from the ground, affixing it to his back. The dark energon within him protested, but he ignored the sensation. 

“I offer you a choice! Join me in rebuilding our planet and our race! Or meet the same fate as this pretender. Decepticons! Capture each Autobot alive!!” Megatron walked calmly in the ensuing chaos towards where the Dark Star Saber had been flung.

::Soundwave. Distribute that video across as many channels as you can. I want him to see it.::

Hollow

Megatron wasted no time in pinpointing the false Prime, ignoring the chatter from his commlink in favor of speeding along the corridors in his alt-mode. Outside in the chaos of battle, it’s easy to spot the intruder unto their realm, the very sight offensive. How had he, had anyone, mistaken that mass of metal for his rival?

“Prime!“ He deserved the title even less than the real one, but Megatron would never call him Optimus. The call catches the imposter’s attention, and his shock is met only with a cold, venomous glare. How long the warlord had waited for this moment, to revel in the terror struck in the Prime’s spark at his return as he realized that all of the Autobots’ efforts had been in vain. Instead, he was met with this fake who had not earned the right to take the place of the first.

He felt nothing. This mech was simply another in his way. Megatron drew the Dark Star Saber from its place on his back and pointed it at his opponent. “You dare think yourself worthy of my ire, pretender? Allow me to test your metal.”

The Autobot leader’s optics narrowed. “No matter the universe, Megatron, I cannot allow you to continue your reign of tyranny on this, or any Cyber-!” A jagged purple sword cut off his reply as Optimus just barely managed to parry Megatron’s first blow with his own blade. The warlord would not waste any banter on this opponent. 

The air hummed around them as the energies from the two swords were forced against one another, creating a near-blinding light between the two titans. Megatron never removed his gaze from the Prime, optics fixed on him in an analytical glare. He was clearly very strong, perhaps even stronger than the former gladiator- but from the hesitance in his steps as he drew the sword up, he was still unused to such a large frame, and unsure of its potential. This was noted. 

Megatron backed off, firing a shot to the larger mech’s leg before spinning to slash the Saber in the air before him, its energy forcing the false Optimus to slide back has he blocked. He was not as agile as he once was. Precision would be a more effective method than outright power. He leaped into the air with a shout, cutting a gash in the air again and running after the wave to collide with his opponent once more.

The impostor withstood the blow, and even managed to push his aggressor away. “Megatron, stop this! Our world has been granted another chance! I beg of you, listen to reason!” The warlord’s focused expression remained unchanged, like a predator stalking prey, deciding when it was best to strike. He could smell the exhaust, the wet rust and dried energon of the Kaon arena while he read this new opponent’s reactions and plunged forward again, looking to drive his blade into the false Prime’s spark.

Let’s see how he likes it.

Miscalculation

primesdontparty:

A similar surge lanced through the Prime, but it was certainly not the thrill of battle, but rather the dread of what would happen should the crazed tyrant meet his alternate. The weight of the situation continued to press downward as he cursed under his breath; Communications had been cut to the Autbots of that Universe.

« You are mistaken! Your target is not to whom you speak! » An edge of panic leaked into this communications line, « I urge you to reconsider this foolish endeavor— You are preparing to do battle with my Alternate! »

The last part of his transmission coming in one thought, spoken far more quickly than he meant to.

Megatron’s trademark manic grin slips into a look of confusion as he halts his advance. ::Alternate?:: Prime had said that he wasn’t on the ship, but his soldiers had reported seeing Optimus coming to the aid of his subordinates. 

::So… You have left your team in the hands of another. You have grown careless in victory. You were never enough to defeat me, Optimus. What makes you think some cheap imitation can!?::

He resumed his path through the halls with renewed speed, though his previous elation was now dulled with something one may have called disappointment.

::Their deaths will be on your helm.::

Miscalculation

primesdontparty:

mighty-megatron:

::Don’t sound so surprised. We have fought each other for too long, old friend. This time however, I have taken a page from your book. If their panicked comms have told you nothing, your allies are facing Decepticon super-soldiers from across the multiversal plane. The Nemesis is ours, and you made the mistake of claiming it as your new base of operation- a mistake that will soon be remedied.:: A set of schematics is sent, pinpointing his location on the hull of the ship. A silent challenge. A pity that it was sent in error.

As Megartron spoke, the Prime’s gaze shot to the expansive window at his left, searching the skies for any sign of the Nemesis, Starscream, or any of these panicked communications frequencies. Surely he would have heard from Praxus?! Even the ‘bots that were working on the Well weren’t holed up in the warship.

Then came the mention of multiversal players.

… No.

« I am not aboard the Nemesis. » He replied evenly, servos clenching into fists at the realization that his Anonymous wish, something he’d done so long ago it seemed, had caught up with him. Desperate pings were sent from the datapad he had grabbed in haste. Maybe he could reach the Autobots that now faced peril that, was for all purposes, his doing. « Megatron, cease your advances. »

A vicious charge raced through his old circuitry, the thrill before battle with his enemy setting his face into a familiar crazed grin. ::You cannot delay the inevitable, Optimus! This was always meant to finish with you and I in a fight to end everything! Come and face our destiny! My troops have sighted you on the ship, I will not rest until I have seen you skewered on the end of my sword!!:: 

He stalks the halls of the lower deck, on his way to Optimus’ reported location. If he had to retrieve the mech himself, he would.

Hollow

mighty-megatron:

Megatron wasted no time in pinpointing the false Prime, ignoring the chatter from his commlink in favor of speeding along the corridors in his alt-mode. Outside in the chaos of battle, it’s easy to spot the intruder unto their realm, the very sight offensive. How had he, had anyone, mistaken that mass of metal for his rival?

“Prime!“ He deserved the title even less than the real one, but Megatron would never call him Optimus. The call catches the imposter’s attention, and his shock is met only with a cold, venomous glare. How long the warlord had waited for this moment, to revel in the terror struck in the Prime’s spark at his return as he realized that all of the Autobots’ efforts had been in vain. Instead, he was met with this fake who had not earned the right to take the place of the first.

He felt nothing. This mech was simply another in his way. Megatron drew the Dark Star Saber from its place on his back and pointed it at his opponent. “You dare think yourself worthy of my ire, pretender? Allow me to test your metal.”

The Autobot leader’s optics narrowed. "No matter the universe, Megatron, I cannot allow you to continue your reign of tyranny on this, or any Cyber-!” A jagged purple sword cut off his reply as Optimus just barely managed to parry Megatron’s first blow with his own blade. The warlord would not waste any banter on this opponent. 

The air hummed around them as the energies from the two swords were forced against one another, creating a near-blinding light between the two titans. Megatron never removed his gaze from the Prime, optics fixed on him in an analytical glare. He was clearly very strong, perhaps even stronger than the former gladiator- but from the hesitance in his steps as he drew the sword up, he was still unused to such a large frame, and unsure of its potential. This was noted. 

Megatron backed off, firing a shot to the larger mech’s leg before spinning to slash the Saber in the air before him, its energy forcing the false Optimus to slide back has he blocked. He was not as agile as he once was. Precision would be a more effective method than outright power. He leapt into the air with a shout, cutting a gash in the air again running after the wave to collide with his opponent once more.

The impostor withstood the blow, and even managed to push his aggressor away. “Megatron, stop this! Our world has been granted another chance! I beg of you, listen to reason!” The warlord’s focused expression remained unchanged, like a predator stalking prey, deciding when it was best to strike. He could smell the exhaust, the wet rust and dried energon of the Kaon arena while he read this new opponent’s reactions and plunged forward again, looking to drive his blade into the false Prime’s spark.

Let’s see how he likes it.

Hollow

Megatron wasted no time in pinpointing the false Prime, ignoring the chatter from his commlink in favor of speeding along the corridors in his alt-mode. Outside in the chaos of battle, it’s easy to spot the intruder unto their realm, the very sight offensive. How had he, had anyone, mistaken that mass of metal for his rival?

“Prime!” He deserved the title even less than the real one, but Megatron would never call him Optimus. The call catches the imposter’s attention, and his shock is met only with a cold, venomous glare. How long the warlord had waited for this moment, to revel in the terror struck in the Prime’s spark at his return as he realized that all of the Autobots’ efforts had been in vain. Instead, he was met with this fake who had not earned the right to take the place of the first.

He felt nothing. This mech was simply another in his way. Megatron drew the Dark Star Saber from its place on his back and pointed it at his opponent. “You dare think yourself worthy of my ire, pretender? Allow me to test your metal.”

Miscalculation

primesdontparty:

mighty-megatron:

With the invasion well underway, the Autobot leader had no doubt been alerted to the attack by now, and was perhaps even on his way to aid his allies. Excellent. Unaware that the Prime he had come to fight was somewhere else entirely, Megatron accessed his comm signal, humor in his tone.

::Optimus… You’re not so naive to think that you could be rid of me so easily, are you? You should know by now never to underestimate me and my Decepticons, dead or alive.::

« … Megatron? »

The shelving unit that he had been holding nearly slipped from his grip, causing a piece of the Archive’s roof to fall and the Eradicon that had been assisting him to shoot a visored glare.

A quick wave dismissed the purple ‘bot and his gaze turned to the floor directly in front of him. This was not a message he’d been expecting, nor did he have any context other than…

« I did not know you had returned. » Or how that was possible; He had visited the Tyrants resting place when they arrived back on Cybertron.

::Don’t sound so surprised. We have fought each other for too long, old friend. This time however, I have taken a page from your book. If their panicked comms have told you nothing, your allies are facing Decepticon super-soldiers from across the multiversal plane. The Nemesis is ours, and you made the mistake of claiming it as your new base of operation- a mistake that will soon be remedied.:: A set of schematics is sent, pinpointing his location on the hull of the ship. A silent challenge. A pity that it was sent in error.

Miscalculation

With the invasion well underway, the Autobot leader had no doubt been alerted to the attack by now, and was perhaps even on his way to aid his allies. Excellent. Unaware that the Prime he had come to fight was somewhere else entirely, Megatron accessed his comm signal, humor in his tone.

::Optimus… You’re not so naive to think that you could be rid of me so easily, are you? You should know by now never to underestimate me and my Decepticons, dead or alive.::

((A note))

((The Nemesis RP is of course underway, under the tag #operation resurrection. But because there are so many people involved, real life is  of course a factor, and so things are slow-going. So, asks and memes and little side things for this blog will continue on, separately from the main storyline. Hopefully this does not cause any confusion.))